But There's No Stoppin' a Duck and His Beat

Okay. This will be another one of those, "Churlita went to St Louis, and all she brought you back was this crappy blog post" posts.

It's mostly photos, so you should like that.

So, yeah. Erik took me out for duck and we ate some duck. Weird.

We also had shrimp and walnuts and bbq ribs and some soup.

Here's me trying my first bite of duck. For some reason, my hand looks kind of deformed. Don't worry, I don't have rheumatoid arthritis. It's just the angle of the camera, or my hand, or something.

After we ate duck, Erik took me to two of his favorite St Louis bars. One was called CBGB's (no, not the one in NY) and the other one was the most visually stimulating bar in St Louis, called The Venice Cafe. A friend of Erik's who tends bar there, does all the mosaics. They are amazing and I have tons of different photos of them. Fair warning, you will be seeing plenty of mosaics in the next few blog posts.

Erik was a little too full after dinner to drink a lot of beer at first, so he had coffee. I swear to god, he didn't ask for this cup. They just took one look at him and served his coffee in it.

Here's me at what looks like a zoo, but if you expand the pic, you'll see it's really an exhibit of Simpsons figures, apparently in their natural habitat.

Here's me drinking a bucket of some kind of cocktail whose name escapes me now. You can see by all the straws, that there were plenty of people to help me drink it down.

Oh, say, like Erik, for instance.

And here we are toward the end of the night, taking photos of ourselves Stinky style.

Stay tuned tomorrow when I show you photos of the bathrooms at these bars. You know how I like to take photos of bathrooms...